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Cast by the broken streetlight, Cardinal's malformed shadow.


by Katherine Gotthardt It came to me how beloved our lighthouses are, not just those pillars of hope for those who are lost at sea, but those seeking footing amid any pressing darkness.


By Katherine Gotthardt When in the throes of too early morning, sky flamboyant in darkness, stars about its forehead turning it dizzy with its own greatness, its own vast reach, it comes to me in a thin, tepid current, how we are billions just like ourselves, each with a story to live, each with life …

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Christmas in July

Twig of a holly branch barbed leaves, dried, gloat green, berries

Speaking to Specters

by Katherine Gotthardt Through your ageless eyes, I understand your replies to what you most fear: trembling from the tip of the fuse to the cannon's opening, the rip in the air of civil war, tear in the veil that lies: 'there is but one truth.' You can never know for sure where the dying …

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Midday Walk

By Katherine Gotthardt It's long overdue, this reflecting, turning the outside in, examining what everything means.

Poems that SPARC

I was blessed to visit members of SPARC over the past couple of weeks and write poetry with them. SPARC members are adults who come from all over Northern Virginia to enjoy adaptive activities that enrich their lives just as they enrich the lives of everyone around them. We used two poems that appear in …

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Such a tragedy, spider with a missing leg, scaling walls army ants have fallen from,
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